#will say i did also get hot under the collar when he gets cold and pissed/defensive

[drak3n]

TATTOO ARTIST/PIERCER!CHOSO

CONTENT WARNINGS: unestablished relationship, smut, public sex, mentions of body modifications, cunnilingus, implied blowjob at the end, choso has a prince albert-, tongue- and a vertical eyebrow piercing

sena’s note: i know there’s a lot of tattoo artist choso already but i folded — anywaysss up next is my man gojo 🖤

MINI-SERIES MASTERLIST

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who was very well-known for his talent despite being so young; who was always pretty gifted with his hands and used peoples’ skin like a canvas, gracing it with the prettiest designs, simple and small, or detailed and large

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who shared a studio with a few fellow tattoo artists and piercers, but had a goal of having his own studio someday

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who had just finished a 5h back piece on his last client and walked towards the front desk to retrieve his cigarettes and take a break, just for his hooded, brown eyes to set on you

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who saw you standing next to your friend and encouraging her to hand in her data sheet for her tattoo, and who watched as your friend was immediately guided into one of the rooms by a tattoo artist, just to leave you all by yourself

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who came back from smoking minutes later to see you sitting on one of the leather seats, flipping through pages of the shop’s magazine that showed many different designs of tattoos, and also piercings

“you want to get anything done?”

nearly flinching at the cold voice sounding a couple of feet away from you, your eyes met choso’s, who was leaning against the wall, revealing fully tattooed forearms through his loose-fitted t-shirt. he looked very… unique, to say the least.

“oh, no, i’m just waiting for a friend,” you smiled kindly, “she’s getting tattooed right now. think it’ll take some time.” you felt guilty that you stared at the man like he was some kind of alien. his features were just really captivating, the plethora of tattoos peeking out from his short sleeves and from the collar leaving little to the imagination that they continued even beneath that shirt.

his eyebrow tattoo shone under the light, but when he opened his mouth, your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a tongue piercing.

you suddenly remembered what they said about guys with tongue piercings, and felt deeply ashamed about getting such thoughts about a hot stranger.

“come,” he invited you towards the room he usually worked in, “you’ll get bored here. you’ll get a piercing on the house.” he didn’t know why he offered that. maybe, just maybe it was because he didn’t want the other piercers and tattoo artists to charm you first.

at the end of the day, you left the studio with your freshly tattooed friend and a pierced nose.

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who hoped you’d walk in again, and whose shoulders nearly slumped in disappointment upon seeing your friend coming in by herself a few days later to get her tattoo checked, without your company

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who — totally on accident — saw that the studio had been tagged in multiple stories on instagram, one of which being yours, a spontaneous picture taken of your side profile that showcased the gem he had pierced into your cute nose

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who absolutely didn’t follow you after that, just to see mere minutes later that you did, and before he could stop himself, he followed you back

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who really wasn’t the best texter, which left you wondering if you should even try and talk to him at all; whose eyes went wide in surprise when you waltzed into the studio to get your thigh tattooed weeks later

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who showed you that same day how it felt to get eaten out by someone with a tongue piercing

“c—choso��� fuck— what if someone—”

your hand clamped in front of your mouth to stifle a moan threatening to force itself out when the ball of metal on choso’s wet muscle bumped against your bundle of nerves. you were seated on the couch he’d previously tatted on, both of your bare legs thrown over his shoulders as he feasted on your delicious pussy.

“let them,” he spoke gruffly into your cunt as his tattooed hands dug into the underside of your thighs. he didn’t hide the smirk displaying on his lips at the way you drooled from the sensation of his piercing coolly gliding against your wet pussy lips.

“c’mon. use your words. i’ll let you cum if you do.”

“pleasepleaseplease let me cum… please choso.”

“cute. you want to feel what the piercing on my dick feels like?”

➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who totally did make you beg on his thick dick adorned with a shiny prince albert piercing, and who couldn’t even be mad at you when you flashed him a tongue piercing you had gotten at another studio to surprise and make him see stars just like he’d done for you

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU

part 1

“Are you lost?” Munson frowns, propping his shoulder against the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. His rings glint against his jacket sleeve; he’s got new tattoos on his fingers.

Steve’s head fills with static fuzz for a second, and he stares like a mouth-breathing idiot before helpfully answering: “Um.”

“…Right. Well, this has been weird as shit, man, but, uh— pharmacy’s closed until my uncle leaves at sundown, so…” He lifts his hand to make a shooing motion, then pauses, assessing Steve with narrowed eyes. “What are you all dressed up like a good little school boy for, anyway? Didn’t you graduate last year?”

Oh, okay. Wow. (Like, yeah, he does kinda look like some goody two-shoes freshman with Robin’s forgotten backpack hiked up way too high under his armpits, but also fuck you, dude.) Steve squares his shoulders, plasters a falsely polite smile on his face and cocks his head to the side, all innocent, like he doesn’t know, like he’s just asking, man. “Sure did. Weren’t you supposed to do that, too?”

Munson glares at him like he’s imagining doing to him what Misty did to the rat. “I really don’t want to fight this early in the morning, man.”

“I’d love to see you try,” Steve snorts. “What, Munson? You gonna beat my ass? Think you can take me? Go ahead.”

He doesn’t know why he’s egging on a fight, but he’s suddenly itching for one. Feels the urge bubbling up beneath the surface. Hot under the collar. Probably this is the part where Tommy would hold him back and tell him it isn’t worth it, man, come on, but Tommy’s not around anymore.

A lot of people aren’t around anymore.

Nobody fights for fallen kings.

So Steve bows up with a sneer and a huff, and Munson does the same, and that’s… concerning. It gets a hell of a lot more concerning when he flashes a menacing grin and claps a hand to Steve’s shoulder; gets right up in his face, nose to nose, breath sharp with spearmint to cover the scent of weed.

From Wayne’s point of view they might almost look like friends.

Steve barely hears the thwck slice past his bad ear before he feels the cold press of a blade against his throat. Pocket knife, unpocketed. Munson’s smile widens, and Steve swallows hard, feels his pulse jump against the blade, the blood rushing to his cheeks. It shouldn’t be hot. (And it isn’t, because it shouldn’t be.)

“You want to try that again?”

Munson’s voice is deadly soft, a raspy whisper that makes Steve’s hair stand on end. His eyes are huge and dark. Intense. Kind of endless.

Kind of like Nancy’s when she’s staring down a loaded gun.

Steve blinks and licks the sweat off his upper lip, fingers trembling against frayed denim where he’s got his hands raised in surrender. “We’re c-cool, man. We’re cool. My mistake.”

Munson backs off with a pleased look on his face, snaps the knife shut and tucks it back into his pocket. Soft squeak of worn leather; casual shrug. “Cool. Glad we understand each other.”

Then he scruffs Steve under the chin — patronizing and quick, this humiliating little bullshit maneuver like ‘chin up, Steve-o’ before he hops down the steps and swings himself up into his van. The tires screech in the loose gravel, and Steve just stands there and stares. Gobsmacked. Pissed off.

A little stiff in his jeans.

When he looks down there’s a black cat brushing itself against his sneakers. “Misty?” he asks.

“M’row,” says the cat.

There’s a dead bird at her feet.

—

part 3

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #my writing #my fic #trailer park steve au

[bruisedboys]

could you do anakin looking after you while ur drunk or high 🫠

hi honey yes I absolutely can!! sorry for any inaccuracies in this, I don’t drink and I actually have not watched a star wars movie in months 😭

anakin skywalker x fem!reader

“Give me a kiss,” you say. ‘Demand’ would be the more accurate word. Anakin’s eyes blow wide.

“What?” He asks through a startled laugh, more shocked than anything. You’ve been home all of thirty seconds and you’re already all over him. He’s never trusting Ahsoka with you again, he decides.

“A kiss,” you say again, like it’s obvious. You tilt your chin up towards him, chest flush with his. “I want one. Please?”

Anakin blinks. “Sure,” he says, properly dumbfounded. He leans down and kisses you. The taste of liquor on your mouth is strong. Your lips are sticky and warm.

You make a pleased humming noise against his mouth and screw your fingers into his collar. Anakin has to pull back lest he get carried away. You chase his lips, eyes half lidded. When you realise the kiss is over, they blink open as if your eyelashes have been glued together.

“You taste like a minibar,” Anakin tells you fondly. He slides his hands from your shoulders to your elbows. “How much did you have to drink exactly?”

Your brows furrow and your nose scrunches. “Don’t know. Not that much. Like, five?”

“Five what?” Anakin asks, a bit horrified.

Your face scrunches even more, like the effort of remembering is gruelling. A few seconds pass and then,

“I can’t remember,” you admit, forlorn.

Anakin rolls his eyes. You’re hopeless. He’s going to have a word with you in the morning about limits. Admittedly, he should’ve talked to you before you left with Ahsoka, but he was too distracted by your pretty going-out outfit. It’s all rumpled now, and your hair’s falling out, but you’re still the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“Right,” he says, half amused and half exasperated. “Well, how about I get you some water, hm? You look like you could use something that’s not laced with alcohol.”

You don’t answer, but you also don’t protest as he guides you over to the sofa. ‘Guides’ is being generous. He’s practically carrying you. He doesn’t mind, even though you’re dead weight in his arms. He sits you down and goes to move away but you cling to him, your hands hot at his hips.

“Y/N,” he says, exasperated. He’s glad you’re half-cut so you don’t notice how much your needy touching affects him. “C’mon, trouble. Let me go.”

You pout at him. “Can I have another kiss?” You ask, looking awfully hopeful. He’s sure you’re making your eyes like that on purpose, all shiny and pretty, nothing short of captivating.

“After you’ve had some water,” he promises, practicing some restraint for both your sakes. He covers your hands with his and eases them off his hips. “Sit pretty, okay?” He leans over and cups your warm cheek briefly. “I’ll be back.”

You give him a sticky sweet smile as he leaves. He fills a glass for you with cold water and ice in the kitchen. When he returns you’re exactly how he left you, if not somehow prettier.

“Here, sweetheart,” he says, handing you your water. He keeps a hand under your glass while you drink, worried you’ll drop it, but you’re very careful and you finish half the glass in a few big gulps.

When you’re done smile at him, lips shiny with condensation. “Kiss now?” You ask adorably.

Anakin gives in. He can’t say no when you’re asking like that. He bends at the waist to kiss you, one hand under your chin, one making sure you don’t drop your drink. You respond with startling enthusiasm, pushing up into his kiss eagerly, your hands grabbing at his waist and pulling him between your legs. Anakin laughs like mad and draws back.

“Sweetheart,” he says, chiding. He holds one hand to your cheek to stop you from continuing your chase for his mouth. “Don’t.”

You frown around his palm. “Why not?”

“You’re really quite drunk, if you haven’t noticed,” he tells you, amused and lovesick at the same time. He drags a line down your jaw with his thumb. “Do you have a headache, honey?”

You shake your head viciously. Anakin thinks if you didn’t have a headache before he asked, you probably do now.

“No,” you say primly.

Anakin hums. You’ll have one in the morning, probably. Though he hopes if he can get enough water in you tonight it’ll hopefully make things better for you when you wake up tomorrow.

He tucks some of your hair behind your ear where it’s come loose. The smile you give him in return is blinding.

“Finish your water, sweet girl,” he says, fonder than fond. “Then I’ll help you get changed and we can go to bed, how does that sound?”

You make a pleased sound as you bring your glass to your mouth. Anakin can guess well enough what it means.

-

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[gyuvision]

strawberry soju -> [back to masterlist?]

pairing : exes to ?? hong seunghan x fem reader

contains -> : drinking, mention of alcohol/being drunk

wc : 0.9k

preview ! - your drunken ex boyfriend calls you up out of nowhere, leaving him under your care for the night when he doesnt want you to go.

continue? ⬇️

you groaned at the sound of your phone buzzing once again. after all, it really does get annoying when its been 3 minutes and 7 missed calls.

“who could be calling so late? 10pm on a friday..”

setting down the ramen cup and pausing your favorite show, you swipe to accept the call, holding the phone up to your ear without checking the caller id. “hello? whos this?”

“y/nniee? that you?” the person slurred.

you knew that voice all too well, you didn’t even have to look at the contact name. “seunghan.” you sighed.

“you finally answered.” he exclaimed. you could practically hear his stupid smile.

“been drinking again?” you said, already knowing by his tone of voice.

“just.. a little tipsy..”

“are you-” you were cut off by someone elses voice.

“sorry y/n. he had a lot to drink.” eunseok joined in. “you mind getting seunghan? i know its.. awkward still. but my parents are supposed to go out soon, and i don’t want to leave my brother by himself.”

“hes sooo drunk that he seems to think you’re still together. he’s been asking for you all night!” sungchan snickered somewhere in the background.

“uh.. send me your location then? i guess its fine just this once. he wont even remember it in the morning.”

so you found yourself driving to a well known local restaurant to pick up your ex boyfriend. even though it was your choice, you couldnt help but wonder why you were doing this.

and you also couldn’t help but feel bad at the thought of seunghan being so drunk to the point he still thinks you’re dating.

“y/n, over here!” sungchan called out to you as you entered the building.

“wheres eunseok?”

“you just missed him. he had to go because he’s too worried about his brother.”

“my y/n! you’re here!” seunghan squealed going to pull you into a tight hug.

you awkwardly pat his head in return instead of hugging back. though you couldn’t say that you didn’t miss his touch.

sungchan helped you both to the car before he took off as well.

“god you smell like.. like, strawberry soju?” you exclaimed. “you really reek of alcohol. how much did you drink?”

seunghan replied by holding up 9 fingers, a lazy smile across his face and his eyes closed, with his cheeks a bright pink. “9 shots?” you scoffed as you set course for seunghans house.

“babyy.” seunghan whined. “im not your baby.” “you’ll always be my baby.” he teased back.

you sighed as you rubbed your forehead in frustration. “what do you want?”

“aircon please. i feel hot.” he mumbled as he tugged at the collar of his shirt.

you sank into your seat after turning on the air conditioning, putting up with how cold you were so he could feel better. after all, he was a bit of a liability right now though.

you walked up to seunghans apartment with him leaning into your shoulder while he had one arm around you for support.

“whats your code?” you asked, opening his keypad as you assumed he changed the password after your break up.

“same as always. your birthday. i would never change it.”

you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t soften even in the slightest.

after changing seunghans shirt for him then getting him tucked into the sheets, you went to get up to get ready and go home before he pulled you back into the bed with him.

“please dont go.” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your neck with a small whine.

“but didn’t you think that we..” “nah. just wanted to believe that we were. feel more confident when i’m that drunk.”

“im sorry.”

“why did you leave me?”

though seunghan had said some crazy things that night, nothing would’ve prepared you for that.

“seunghan..”

“i dont care about it anymore then. just dont leave me again. even if its only for today.”

you turned around in his grasp to press a light kiss into his forehead. “promise.”

you decided, maybe it wouldnt be so bad to spend the night. you realize you wouldnt mind being happy with seunghan again even if it meant that he wouldnt remember any of it.

‘but might as well, cause i cant help myself.’ [1:36]

..

‘i dont ever wanna know how it feels to not have you, my strawberry soju.’ [1:51]

#gyuvision #gyuvision - riize #riize x reader #riize smut #seunghan x reader #seunghan smut #riize fluff #seunghan imagines #seunghan fluff #riize imagines

[nyxrryl]

Legally Blonde Reader x Bonten

Bonten had no idea what they were signing up for when they hired their lawyer, (name) (last name).

of course, the criminals already had a vague idea of what to expect from a lawyer, the typical, uptight, cold and serious demeanour- nicely tailored monocoloured suits where most likely the only pop of colour would be a dark coloured tie, maybe tie clip- safe to say they didn't exactly expect to see their lawyer enter their office for the first time in a bright pink ensemble- a pastel pink button up that had the collar unbuttoned, a hot pink blazer and pink pants, with a pretty pink Prada purse and an alluring, definitely expensive smelling perfume/cologne practically announcing his presence. "oh my gawd hi!! nice to meet you all, i'm (name) (last name), its like so good to meet you all!" he said in a cheery, upbeat voice.

this was definitely not what the Bonten men were expecting, at all.

they also weren't exactly expecting getting called by (name) in the middle of the day

"heyy! so, this is totally awkward but like, i may have done an oopsie, mind helping a guy out? i'm not exactly as experienced in taking out the trash." he said aloud on loudspeaker for all the men to hear, Kakucho raising an eyebrow at this, sure they had gotten to know the lawyer better to the point there's no longer that odd tension between them,--even if it took months and a good amount of lunch breaks being shared between the individuals in order to warm up to the lawyer--but to just help with chores? "you don't know how to take out your own garbage?" "ugh- no silly! i mean a body, i mean, he isn't dead but-" they overhear him kicking what they can only presume to be some poor mans body. "-i think he's unconscious, still- i don't exactly know what to do with him, i mean i restrained him in case he wanted to try something but can you guys pleaaaase just help? pretty pleasee?~" he begged, whining into the phone. meanwhile, the men in the conference room just stare at each other in shock- none of them expected their preppy, cheerful hot pink lawyer to need help on handling a body of all things.

"where are you?" Mikey spoke up, having been silent the entire call but deciding why not lend him a helping hand- the platinum haired man did owe (name) a favour- something he wouldn't admit seeing it happened just out of nowhere when (name) got him taiyaki, claiming it was the last batch of the day and that he owed him, something he would probably shoot the person for suggesting but he made an exception for name- a decision definitely not influenced by the bag full of taiyaki left for him. the rest of Bonten were a little surprised to see Mikey take the initiative but they'd follow his decision.

"oh, right i'm at (location)." "we'll be there in 10." "okay~" and with that (name) hung up and the men went on to get to the location, upon arriving, they found (name) in an alley, one hand on his phone and the other holding what looked like.. a pink taser? adding to that, he had a man under his heel- the man was on the floor and had his arms bound together on his back, where it was bound, (name) was stepping on it. "oh hey guyss, he hasn't woken up- don't worry he's not dead, i don't think so at least- but mind giving a hand please?~" he put his hands together in a pleading manner, turning to the men- "is that a taser?" "yep! its pink too, isn't it cute?~" he grinned and as he said that, the bound man finally regained consciousness- wriggling around to which (name) just stepped on him, clearly hard as the Bonten men swore that they heard a crack from it. "who even is this guy?" "oh, he's just some creep that tried to touch me. don't worry, you can clearly see i handled it, nearly killed him too- i'm glad i didn't though." the smile (name) bore as he replied was somewhat unsettling to the men, of course seeing violence wasn't exactly all that new to them but to see this seemingly innocent man be so cheerily vicious struck them, be it in a good or bad way they couldn't say, they could just admit it was quite the revelation. nonetheless they helped him out, afterwards (name) let out a sigh of relief, "thanks guys, i owe you one. ugh, i need to take a shower after dealing with that piece of rotten garbage." he said as he wiped his hands off.

"well aren't you very cleanly." Kokonoi commented and (name) smiled "of course! i just got my nails done just now, i'd hate for the polish to end up being affected by wastage like him." he showed off his newly done nails, to nobody's surprise they were bright, barbie doll pink. "aren't they cute! oh if only i could get matching nails with (pet's name), that would be adorable!" the men looked at him, confused- "who?" "(pet's name), y'know! my pet, look!" he pulled out his phone and showed them a picture of said pet, sitting in one of his bags. "they're my darling angel, oh how i would love to bring him to stay by my side when doing work but professionalism and all." he sighed as he put his phone away. "i mean, i wouldn't mind if you brought in your pet, as long as it's behaved and all" Kakucho admitted, and before the others could even give their input, (name) beamed at the invitation- "really?! omg i'll be sure to bring them, don't worry they're toilet trained, i myself hate having an eyesore of a litterbox personally." he squealed thinking of his precious baby coming to work with him, what outfit should he give? they HAVE to match, that's a clear rule.

the others would've interjected but how could they? he looked so excited. maybe just one day with a pet in the office would be fine, it'd be bearable for just a day. a single day, that would be all.

okay they may have taken back that comment upon seeing the adorable little (pet), they enjoyed having it around and even would at times take breaks just to pet it cause stress-- give the men a break they work hard. (name) was overjoyed upon seeing the men be so open to having his pet at work. maybe they could let the pet stay other days too, it was nice to have a stress reliever right there, of course, if (name) allowed so after this.

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[bubblessunshinehoney]

Big Fan (part6)

Chapter 6: where he's back from his mission and...well you finally get so see him naked

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Enjoy, Cloudy

not beta read, english is not my first language. all mistakes are my own

tw: SMUT, this part is just that...pwp, pinv, oral, cuties, hotties...just SMUT (unprotected, so wrap it before you tap it, but they've discussed it even though it's not in the fic)

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Bucky was eager, impatient, out of his mind… four weeks, four weeks he has been on this mission. He texted you, called you once when he was sure to be in a safe place. He missed your voice, your scent, your touch…he missed you, all of you, and no one had ever made him feel like that before.

He was on his way back, his leg couldn’t stop shaking, making Sam crazy. He was so impatient to see you, to hold you, to kiss you… to touch you.

On your side, you were also eager, he texted you that he was on the jet…meaning he was coming back. You answered him, that he could come to your place whenever he wanted then.

You were feeling buzzy, dizzy, and so horny. Last time, he was here…he showed you how skilled he was with his hands, you almost came with him just massaging, grabbing, and kissing you in the most heated make out session you’ve ever experienced.

Gosh, you missed him…he’s all being, his warmth, his strong arms holding you tight against him…his lips exploring your neck, his hands… a little whimper came out of your mouth, almost frighting you and you laughed…

“I’m so ridiculous”, you grumbled.

“You’re not, doll”, this time you jumped out of your skin, looking at your front door.

“B-bucky?”

He knocked three times and you rushed to open him. You looked at each other, his eyes were sparkling with desire, want, lust and so much love.

“Hiya doll, how are you?”

You let out a groan and pulled him by his collar into your flat, kissing him…wait no, devouring him with your kiss.

He hiccupped, holding you close and grabbing your waist and ass, before hosting your legs around his waist. He closed the door with your back onto it, without breaking the heated kiss you were sharing.

He was panting, cheeks flushed, and his eyes were wild when he broke the kiss. You were hot all over, your clothes seemed to be too tight, his body heat irradiating you.

“Bucky, oh my bucky.” You whispered, your hands in his hair. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes, pressing against you, holding you so tight it started to hurt you, but you couldn’t say stop, you wanted him to crush you.

“I missed you”, you let out in an exhale. He opened his eyes at this, despair in his baby blue eyes. He kissed you hard, taking your breath away. Without a word, he carried you to your room, laid you down on your bed and hovered you.

He was looking at you, with such intensity you felt shy. But you kept looking into his eyes, you didn’t back out or shied away. He pressed his lips tenderly against yours, before kissing all over your face, neck, collarbone and finally nuzzled between your boobs. He let out a heavy sigh, breathing you in deeply.

“I missed you more”, he muffled against your left boob. You felt your nipples harden, your entire body was coming to life, you were feeling more aware of your surroundings, like if you had been on hold for four weeks.

Bucky continued to kiss your body, frustrating you because it was above your clothes.

“too much clothes, buck, please…”, then you felt his hands under your shirt. A cold and hot one, you moaned, just to feel his touch was making you feel out of space.

“Doll”, he murmured. You looked at him, his jeans did little to hide his lust.

“What do you want, bucky?” you panted.

“You, I want you.”

“You have me, all of me.”

You took your shirt off, leaving you bare, you didn’t bother with a bra today. His eyes got wide, and he blushed.

“So pretty”, he said almost to himself. You blushed slightly. It might sound cliché, but nobody ever looked at you like he did.

You tugged on his shirt, and he took it off too, you bite your lip.

Gosh he was built like a god.

You passed your hands on his chest, carefully letting him stop you if he was uncomfortable. He’s breathing was shallow, but you could sense it was because he was holding back.

“You know…we could take our time later… I mean…”

“Do you know how good you smell?” he blurted out.

“Smell?”

He looked down at your crotch. “Here, I fucking smell you and it’s driving me crazy, my senses are being overstimulated. I can hear your heart beating faster each time I kiss or touch you. I can almost feel your arousal strongly every minute that pass. I’m about to burst, doll.”

You surprised both of you when you get on top. You pressed your crotch against his and he let out a beautiful moan. His hands were on your hips, and he held you tight. “Doll...” he warned.

“Don’t hold back.” It’s all you could say. The second you said it, you’re once again on your back and your short and panties were being torn apart. Bucky let his forehead rested on your lower belly, his nose nuzzling onto your inner thighs. He left butterfly kisses all over them and then he settled between your legs, you heard him growl. “Doll, can I taste you?”

“Yes, you can Jamie.” He held your thighs to open you more, his breath tickled you and then you felt his tongue.

Fucking finally.

He took his time, he slowly explored your mound, took his time to understand what you liked or didn’t like. And if you’re being honest, you’re enjoying every second of it. No one ever took care of you like Bucky did. Not one of you ex took time to eat you out, but bucky, well…he was enjoying it. He loved to hear your little moans of pleasure or the way your breath stopped when it felt divine. And if he was being honest, you tasted as good as you smelled, and he couldn’t stop his ego to grow with how wet you became the more he ate you out.

He was harder than he could ever remember, but it felt good, really good.

“Buck” you whispered, if he didn’t have a super hearing, he might not have heard you. He looked up, you were biting your lip and he came almost with how you were looking at him.

“I…” you blushed, and he smiled tenderly.

“Yes, dolly?”

“I need to come.”

He laughed softly, before nodding. “I can make you cum.”, he stated, before diving in again and this time, he sucked and licked your cunt perfectly and you felt your orgasm building. You cried out the moment he pushed two fingers in and curled them at the right spot. You clenched hard, and bucky groaned impatient to feel it around his cock.

You were panting, your legs were spasming when he came up to pecks your lips, unsure if you would like it.

You licked your lips after the kiss and giggled: “You’re wet”. His eyes sparkled with joy and amusement. You kissed him more deeply and he went lax against you, well almost, his dick was hard against your thigh and your breath hitched at the sensation.

“Want me to…?”

“No, I need to be inside you, doll, now.” He looked surprise by his own answer and quickly added. “Sorry, not right now, later or another time. If you touch me or suck me, I don’t know if I can last. I need to feel you clench around my cock.”

“Okay, Jamie, I don’t mind if you don’t last you know. Doesn’t mean we didn’t have a good time.” You smiled at him and stroked his cheek. “So, you want to feel me clench around your cock, didn’t know you could be this forward.”

He glared at you not even annoyed and you both laughed.

“I’m just too horny” he pleaded.

“So am I, so please, fuck me.”

He groaned and took off his boxers, his cock was red and the tip dripping. You flipped him on his back and straddled his waist. You slowly made your way up to align yourself and bucky stopped breathing. He was in heaven, and you were the angel to welcome him in.

“Shit, shit, shit” he muttered when you took his cock to stroke him ever so slightly before pushing it in.

You both moaned when you bottomed out. You felt him pulse, while he felt you clench and he held your hips hard, a bit too much, to not make him feel bad you put your hands on his and stroked them softly, smiling at him, while you started moving. Unconsciously, he relaxed his hold on you and started to stroke your sides and under your boobs. He was panting, focusing on letting you have another orgasm before he could let go.

You were not happy to see him hold back, you rolled your hips and sunk down before clenching as much as you could around him. He arched his back and groaned.

“Don’t hold back, James”.

To hear you called him by his name, made him loose control. He held you close before rolling so he was on top, and he started to fuck you hard, holding one leg on his hip and almost matt pressing you. You moaned loudly at the change of angle and speed. It felt amazing. His thrusts were hard and demanding but he kissed your neck and shoulders with such delicacy that you could only melt.

He panted your name, breathing you in, groaning at every spasm of your sex around his. It was so good, he didn’t want it to stop, so he slowed down, rolling his hips, going deep inside you. You gasped at the sensation, felt him pulse and then you realized…this was the best sex of your life.

Bucky was looking at you, admiring every inch of you, completely lost to see him connected with you like that. He couldn’t remember feeling so safe, happy, and good. You didn’t look at his scares like some other did, didn’t mind taking his metal arm or metal hand. And right now, you were smiling at him, scratching his back and… holding his butt?

“I wanted for a long time to hold your bubbly butt, but damn, having you like this it’s even better”, you panted, he swallowed thickly and closed his eyes. Your filthy mouth would make him come in no time.

He started to speed again, you arched into him and moved your hips in time with his thrusts. You both moaned and panted.

Bucky came without any warning, he stopped breathing and his all body tensed before his relise. He looked at you and the smile adorning your face made him blush.

“hi there” you whispered, clenching ever so slightly, he whined being overstimulated.

“h-hi do-doll” he panted before pulling out gently and crashing beside you.

He was looking up, chest heaving, and you rolled on your side to look at him. You didn’t want to push anything, a bit shy to touch him.

He turned his face to you and bring you close to him, kissed your head and nuzzled into your hair, without a word. You smiled, he was adorable, you liked when he did thing naturally and silently. He always chose his words carefully. Slowly you traced patterns on his chest, he got goosebumps but didn’t even flinch when you passed over his biggest scars or close to the metal of his shoulder.

He sighed contently, stroking your side, still nuzzled into your hair, his breath almost tickling you.

“I missed you” he whispered, before his breathing slowed down, signalling you he was asleep. And you could never be prouder to see him fall asleep with you.

“I missed you more”, you whispered back.

#bucky barnes au #james buchanan bucky barnes #bucky barnes fandom #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes x reader #writer!reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #sebastian stan characters #marvel fandom #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x reader #big fan serie #bucky #bucky barnes x writer!reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky smut

[scavengerssuccotash]

Little ways Clint accommodates Nat, and Nat accommodates Clint? Like things they just know that the rest of the team has no clue about?

Ohh good question!

Clint’s a nervous knee bouncer when he’s in a very loud places like bars or Tony’s annual Avenger’s Charity parties. It reminds him too much of the bars that him and Barney would sleep outside of when they were kids. Anytime there’s more than twenty people he gets overwhelmed so Nat sticks close to his side the entire time and will pull him away from the party. They have a nonverbal queue when either of them wants to leave the party early without being rude: two taps on the elbow.

Natasha’s sensitive to the cold. Despite being born in Russia and spending the majority of her time in the cold she hates it. Clint doesn’t mind the cold, he prefers it over the heat anyway so he always has an extra hoodie or jacket handy. If they have to wear something fancy he brings along a black shawl just in case. If that doesn’t work, well he’d gladly give her the suit jacket off his back. (Which she likes the best because it’s ohh so warm from his body heat. And it smells like him; rich and woodsy.)

Clint’s not really a picky eater. Growing up dirt poor doesn’t make for a particularly picky palette, but he will pick off the mushrooms on his supreme pizza. He told Natasha that he does it because he knows she likes them! Natasha hasn’t had the heart to tell him that she also doesn’t like mushrooms, but the goofy grin he gives her when she accepts the pile of mushrooms he’s piled on her plate melts her heart. (Ahh the things we do for love!)

Clint’s not that well versed on history, as he missed a good chunk of his schooling thanks to being in the circus and a neglectful foster father. He’s a bit self conscious about it, so Natasha will take over the conversation should the conversation ever gear that way. One time they had a mission escorting a foreign dignitary across enemy lines who had a fascination in early American history. He was absolutely over the moon to have two American history professors escorting him (their covers). Clint hammed up his deafness and let Natasha handle the conversational reigns which eventually become a very hilarious inside joke between them later. (“It’s a little ironic that the Russian knew more about the Revolutionary war than I did.” “I’ll gladly offer tutoring sessions, Clint.” “Ohhh yes please Professor Romanoff.”)

Natasha sometimes forgets a word in English, and instead says it in either Russian or any of the other myriad of languages the Red Room put into her head. She tries not to of course. Nothing blows one’s cover more than a polyglot brain fart. When it happens she sort of stops mid sentence and looks a bit like a deer in the headlights which is usually when Clint swoops in and says something dumb to bail her out of it. A couple minutes later he’ll lean in and give her the correct word with a quick kiss to her cheek. Later she’ll reward him for his quick thinking by telling him exactly what she wants him to do to her in every language she knows. Usually in Russian but sometimes Spanish. Clint’s gets hot under the collar for rolled R’s. (They’ve definitely said some of the filthiest things known to man to each other with the rest of the team none of the wiser.)

Anyway just some little ways these two help each other! Thank you for asking!

#ask me #clintasha #clint barton #hawkeye #natasha romanoff #black widow #fandom #personal #headcanon

[imawkwardlysoc]

champagne and sunshine

Dedicated to @skiddit, @optimisticmiraclecolor, and other members of the slider slut society.

Song- champagne and sunshine by plvtinum ft. tarro

Pairing- ron 'slider' kerner x female! reader

Warnings(s)- 18+, MDNI, degradation, full-on smut, dirty talk, slider calling himself daddy, p in v, aftercare

Summary- slider goes absolutely feral when he sees the reader in a sundress.

Wordcount- 1,473

After a day of training in the hot San Diego weather, some of the boys decided to go to the O-Bar to grab some cold drinks to cool them out and to also let go of some stress. While Hollywood and Wolfman grabbed the drinks, Maverick, Iceman, Slider, and Goose sat around the tables talking about their plans for the weekend.

“So Carole’s wondering if you guys are still down to have a little barbeque at our place tomorrow,” Goose started the conversation.

“Yeah, Y/N and I are already planning on bringing something,” Slider nodded his head.

“Oh, how are you two doing?” Ice asked his RIO.

“We’re good,” the RIO smiled. “Really good.”

As Hollywood and Wolfman returned with the cold drinks in their hands, Slider started to gush about his partner not knowing that Y/N just arrived. Adjusting the straps of her dress and fixing her hair, she walked into the bar to see some Top Gun students eyeing her down, planning a plan on how to get her in their beds at the end of the evening. Y/N ignored their looks and headed straight to the table where her boyfriend and his friends sat.

“Sorry, but is this seat taken?” Y/N wrapped her arms around Slider.

“Only for you,” Slider smiled as he pulled Y/N by her waist and pulled her into his lap.

“Y/N, nice of you to join us,” Mav smiled.

“Yeah, I just need a drink after the busy day I had,” Y/N took a sip out of Slider’s drink and looked at Goose. “By the way, I got the thing you and Carole needed for tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Goose thanked Y/N.

“It’s no problem,” Y/N smiled as she laid her head on Slider’s shoulder.

Throughout the two hours they were there, Y/N was laughing and enjoying the conversations that were happening while Slider was distracted with his own thoughts and the sundress Y/N was wearing. The floral sundress fell above her knees while the dress slit went mid thigh giving Slider easy access. The sweetheart neckline showed the right amount of breast while her collar bone was exposed which Slider wished to trail all of his hickies all over her body. The tie straps will make it faster for him to rip the dress off of her when they get home.

While Y/N was in a conversation with Ice, she felt Slider put his hand on her thigh where the slit was and started to ride his hand up. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek as she felt the tingling feeling. As Slider made it up her dress, he used his two fingers to open the fold and started to rub her clit. Y/N tried to remain calm and interested in the conversation while fighting the urge to let out a moan.

“Y/N, are you okay? You’re looking a little blushed,” Hollywood questioned.

“Yeah, it’s just a little hot,” Y/N let out a chuckle.

“Well then gentlemen, I’m going to take this lady home and cool her down,” Slider announced while removing his hand from under her dress. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

All of them said their goodbyes and Y/N and Slider went to where Slider’s truck was parked. Slider helped her into the truck since it was slightly elevated and closed the passenger door before getting into the driver’s seat.

“You’re an asshole you know?” Y/N slapped his arm.

“How am I?” He questioned.

“That thing that you did while we were inside,” she explained, slightly frustrated. “What would happen if anyone saw it? Especially the guys.”

“And I will kill them if they mention it,” Slider placed a kiss on Y/N’s lips. “Damn, it’s hot when you're frustrated.”

“Just shut up and take us home,” Y/N whined.

“As you say,” Slider winked.

He pulled the truck out of the parking space and made the fifteen minute drive to their house. Throughout the drive, the sexual tension was tense as Slider kept on guiding his freehand up Y/N’s thigh. Y/N let out a tiny moan which Slider smirked at when he pulled into their driveway. Getting out of the car, Slider quickly locked the car as Y/N opened the front door. When the two of them got into the house, they closed the door and hurried to their bedroom.

Y/N let out another moan as her back was against the wall while Slider started to place kisses along her neck and neckline. Ripping her underwear off and moving the dress slit away, Slider inserted his fingers into her again while rubbing the clit. With his free hand, he started to untie one of the straps of her dress while Y/N helped with the other one.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Slider groaned as her dress fell exposing her breasts.

Removing his fingers, he let the dress fall to the floor and looked at the expression that was shown on Y/N’s face. With a satisfied look on his face, he picked her up and placed her on the bed while towering over her giving her a nod. Y/N started to unbutton his uniform while kissing him and placing kisses along his neck. Throwing the button up onto the floor, Slider quickly tossed his white beater off leaving his dog tags on. Kneeling onto the bed now, Slider started to place kisses along Y/N’s bare body as she quickly took his pants off. Taking off his underwear, Y/N cupped his crotch for a few seconds before starting to stroke his cock. Slider soon got on top of her as his dog tags dangled above her face with her eyes pleading.

“You want it don’t you?” Slider’s voice went down an octave as he went closer to her ear to whisper the last part. “You dirty, little slut.”

Y/N let out a whimper while also nodding her head yes.

“Oh no, I need a verbal answer,” the RIO tilted her chin up so he could see her.

“Yes!” Y/N moaned and whimpered. “Please! I need it!” 

“Oh wait for Daddy,” Slider smirked as he began to go down. “I’ll fill you up soon you little whore.”

Slider started to place kisses along her legs and inner thighs. Y/N gripped the bedsheets as her back arched while letting out some small moans. Taking one of her hands, Y/N gripped onto his hair as he continued to eat her out.

“Are you ready?” Slider asked.

“Yes, please!” Y/N screamed out.

With that answer, Slider started to tease her a little while misplacing his cock which caused Y/N to moan more. Soon he inserted it in and started to slowly thrust into her. Moans filled the room as each thrust quickened. Y/N wrapped her legs around her partner’s waist while he kissed him passionately. 

“Ron,” Y/N moaned. “I’m about-”

“No, not yet.” Ron started to do some of his final thrusts.

In his final thrust, the two moaned out their names so loud that the whole neighborhood could hear it. Slider collapsed next to Y/N who were both a sweaty mess as they panted.

“Fuck, that was,” Y/N panted.

“Amazing,” Slider completed. “I’ll be right back.”

Slider got out of bed and left the room for a few minutes before coming back with a damp hand towel. He cleaned the area between Y/N’s legs before tossing it into the laundry basket and getting into bed. He pulled her closer making their legs tangled together. Slider softly talked to her asking her if she was alright while rubbing circles on her thighs. The two shared a conversation before deciding it was time for bed.

*The Day After at the Party*

“So, you had an eventful night didn’t you?” Mav smirked.

“Mitchell, shut up before I throw you into the ocean when we’re on a carrier,” Slider sends him a daggered look.

He soon looked over to see Y/N talking and laughing at the conversation she was having with Carole and Sarah.

“Looks like you and Ron had a pretty exciting night,” Carole nudged Y/N a little.

“How did you know?” Y/N blushed.

“Well you’re still glowing and you missed a spot.” Sarah pointed out the missed love mark that peeped over the neckline of her dress.

“Oh well,” Y/N replied while shrugging her shoulders.

“You’re planning on doing it again aren’t you?” Carole questioned as she saw the look on her friend’s face.

“Oh yeah.”

Y/N took a sip of her drink and sent Slider a wink before turning her attention back to the conversation.

“He’s gone isn’t he?” Wolfman asked.

“Yep,” everyone answered at the same time.

#ron kerner x reader #ron slider kerner x reader #top gun x reader #ron kerner #ron slider kerner #top gun #top gun fanfiction #Spotify

[lovelytsunoda]

she keeps me up // pierre gasly

summary: driving in the storm was a bad idea. when she gets stranded at a rest stop, what's the harm in having a little bit of casual fun with the hot stranger that's also stuck there?

warnings: smut, inappropriate use of a rest stop bathroom counter

she was stupid for attempting the drive in this weather

the news anchors were calling it 'snowmageddon'

when she found that she could no longer see three feet in front of her, she pulls into a local rest stop

and that's when she sees him

in a car that's definitely not built for the snow, he's pulling a tarpaulin over the car to protect it from the snow, but it's not working very well

"do you need a hand?" she asked, pulling her fur lined parka hood over her head. "it would be a shame to ruin such a nice car."

"that would be great, actually. can you grab the other end?"

once the car is all covered, they head inside

like the gentleman he is, he holds the door open for her

there are three other people inside the rest stop, a small desktop radio playing in the background

a married couple in their mid thirties

and an older man who's probably in his late forties

that's when they learn that they're probably going to be stuck there for eight to ten hours

"so, it sounds like we'll be stuck here all night. anybody have any ideas how to spend it?"

the group find themselves sitting around a table, uno cards in hand.

introductions had been done five minutes earlier, and she had been turning his name around in her mind ever since she heard it spoken in his smooth french tongue

pierre, god he was so french

they were halfway through a round of uno when her phone buzzed with an airdrop notification

it was a screenshot of a note from pierre

meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes

with a little winky face at the end

"hi, handsome". she says simply, leaning against the bathroom door

"bonojour, cherie." he grins and thats all that it takes for her to pull him in by the loose collar of his linen shirt, lips devouring his

he backs her up against the subway tiled wall, his cold hands roaming all over her body

under her hoodie, over her jeans, cradling her face

the kiss is all teeth and tongue, the wet, hungry, sloppy kind

her leg hooking around his, hands buried in his frosted tips

the cold metal of his cross necklace cold against her skin as it falls down the collar of her sweater, pierre's lips nipping at her neck

her hands sliding up his shirt, playfully toying with his belt as she moans his name

making out had been fun, but now she needs him inside of her

"bend over the counter, cherie. i want you to look at yourself in a mirror and see how good i make you feel."

and that's how they end up with their jeans around their ankles, gold granite against skin

pierre's cock smacking against her ass before he starts teasing it along her entrance

“so wet for me, mon cher”

“pierre, please.”

it’s rough and it’s messy

her hair grasped in his fist as he thrusts in and out of her

the sounds of skin hitting skin

her lips parted in an unholy moan

she’s even more turned on watching it happen in the mirror

pierre panting above her, struggling to keep his composure as he meets her eyes in the dirty bathroom mirror

“that’s it, take it like a good girl.” he manages to grunt out. “should I give you my cum, cherie?”

“yes, god yes!”

he spills inside of her, and she follows shortly after

fixing their clothes before they head out

but everybody else in the rest stop knows exactly what they did in that bathroom

the rest of those eight hours just got so much more awkward

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #f1 imagine #f1 headcanons #f1 smut #pierre gasly smut #Spotify

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

you should totally write something super kinky with quaritch and a fem!reader that has a lot of bondage and overstim in it. also a lot of body worship (fem!receiving) and maybe slight tickle play PLS🙏🙏 i beg of you

i have no idea what a tickle play is but okay. i literally wrote this on a paper cuz i was in the backyard and the sun was like so nice and the grass was so cold and it was so fun but i couldn’t see anything so i decided to write instead of finishing that one book that’s been on my shelf since december 😻 anyways, reblog and comment pla cuz they make me feel good about myself and make me feel like i wrote something amazing.

warnings: tying, slight body worship but like, not really? slight tickle play (had to do my own research cuz idk what that is..), squirting, oral sex (fem rec.).

you let out a soft giggle when quaritch nuzzeled in your neck, his hot breath ghosting on your neck making you giggle, “s-stop,” you said between giggles as quaritch groaned.

every sound you made turned him on. your innocent sweet giggles had a strong effect on him, he wanted to hear more. he bit down on your neck, breaking the flesh and you let out a soft gasp at the feeling. the taste our blood on his tongue hitting his taste buds making blood flow to his cock, a tent forming in his pants.

he lowered his face, kissing on your collar bones, his fingers toying with the straps of your top that are now hanging on your arms, his hands snaked under your shirt.

he started rolling your nipples using his fingers which pulled a soft moan out of your throat, his flat nose resting on your neck breathing in your scent as he kept kissing, licking, and biting on your flesh. you put your hand on the back of his head, maoning in his ear while scratching behind his ears as he purred into your neck.

his face kept getting lower and lower, painting your soft tits, soft belly, every soft place on your skin his lips made contact with in kisses stopping every now and then to tell you how badly he loves your body, telling you every bad thing he want to do to you. his hand cupped your clothed cunt, his other hand gripping your waist making you let out a mix of pained and pleased moans, with his face now between your thighs he pressed his nose to your cunt, taking in the sweet scent of your pussy, the bridge of his flat nose nudging into your clit making sparks of elecrticity run through your body as he moved your underwear to the side exposing your already sticky cunt to him.

he groaned at the sight of your throbbing clit. the smell of your pussy was so intoxicating, “y’know, sweetheart, if i could, i’d keep my heand in between your thighs forever to the fact that you’d have to get my head surgically removed from between your thighs,” he said before rubbing the flat of his nose on your pussy pressing down making you moan, his hand was on his pants fondling with his belt, your eyes widened when you saw the belt wrapped tightly in his hand as he looked at you, “what are you doi-” he chuckled before you could even finish, the vinrations of his voice dancing on your core making you buck your hips up.

“havin’ fun, gonna show you a real good time n make ya feel good,” he got up and smiled at you, reached for both your hands as he wrapped the belt around them, it hurt you so bad, and you did tell him, really, but it just turned him on more.

he didn’t lie when he said that he’s going to make you feel good, but god... it was torture, you did like the way his tongue felt on your heat the first fifteen minutes, but it’s been hours. every now and then when you need a one more flick of his tongue on your clit to cum he stops and forces you to drink water saying, “just need you to stay hydrated baby,” or “don’t want you all thirsty, gotta make sure ya drink your water,” it was bullshit, espicially now he had stuck a cloth inside your mouth, it was torture. your hole was clenching on nothing, your clit puffy and red, and you felt like your pussy was bleeding from all the sucking. you tried to tell him to stop by squeezing his head with your thighs but he just forced them to open.

a few minutes had passed and he’s still between your thighs, licking and sucking and moaning, drinking your sweet juices sucking them like a sponge would to a tiny puddle of water. you started bucking up your hips, your tiny clit rubbing on his nose and he licked at your butthole. you started squirming and trying to get away from him, but his hands forced your down every time, and every time he did that, the urine in your full bladder moved around making it painfully hard to keep holding in, with tears like springs now on both your cheeks you moaned and groaned and even yelled, he knew you had to pee, and that’s what you were going to do except this time it won’t be exactly just sticky piss.

his tongue left your asshole and went to your eneterance, circling the tiny rim of muscles before shoving his tongue all the way inside, moving his head too to get his nose to move your clit around, his hands went to your soft tummy, his rough fingertips pinching the flesh making your squirm and laugh.

he kept doing that for a few more minutes before you let out a loud and long moan. it was too painful for you, you couldn’t keep it in anymore so you just rested your bladder and allowed the liquid to splash his face, he looked up at you and smiled, that was his goal from the start. to make you quirt, and now that you finally did, his ego was over the moon. he happily drank it all up as if it was a nectar a god poured for him in a white silly cup.

@tieflingteeth

#miles quaritch x reader #that’s hot #smut #colonel miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x you #quaritch x you #recombinant miles quaritch x reader #quaritch x reader #recom quaritch x reader #god kill me #this is so scrumptious #i disgust myself sometimes #i’m gross #but that’s okay.

[midnight-moth]

Mushy May Day 2

Prompt: Crush & I Made this For you - Slapped together!

Rating: General

Paring: Rain/Dewdrop (sorry but also are we even surprised...)

Word Count: 1652

Thanks to @forlorn-crows for creating Mushy May!

Read it here or here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46885693/chapters/118162390

They all teased him, relentlessly. Because they’d never seen Dew act like this before. So flustered, so awkward, so precious. When he wanted someone or something, he took it. Or at least he’d ask without saying please.

Something about the new water ghoul, his gentle demeanor, his warm smile, the way he moved, grace with an endearing dose of awkwardness. Dew caught his hand more than once as he tripped in the halls, on the carpets, in the snow.

Once, Dew didn’t make it in time, as they were trudging through the 42 centimeters that fell overnight to get to the bus. Like some kind of tragic ballet, Dew reached, he missed, he lost his balance, he fell. And Rain, he tripped over his own long feet under the snow, and fell. Dew had the benefit of his already outstretched arms to land on, Rain did not.

He fell face first into the snow, which was thankfully fluffy. There weren’t any bruises, however the snow found its way inside of his somewhat inadequate winter coat and right into his gills, packing them with freshly fallen flakes. 

He leapt to his feet, fingers digging around in his coat, trying to get it out, so frantic that he tore the collar of his jacket. Dew tried to interject, offer his help, but found himself frozen to the spot, not just because of the frigid temperatures, but because his instinct was to wrap his hot hands around Rain’s neck, warm his skin, melt the ice particles now wedged between thin, sensitive flesh. 

Dew realized he was being about as useful as Rain’s winter coat had been, stepping forward and gently pulling Rain’s frantic hands away, replacing them with his own. He ignored the way his stomach flipped, concentrating on warming Rain’s skin, drying the collar of his shirt, and avoiding eye contact lest his look of longing betray him. Lest the others see and taunt him even more.

“You really should get a better coat, and a scarf.” Dew advised, staring at the ground. 

Rain wrapped his ice cold fingers around Dew’s hands, “You’re right.”

“And gloves.”

“Yes, although I think your hands are warmer.” 

Dew looked up through a curtain of hair, Rain was giving him the same soft look he always did, even though his eyes were rimmed with red and clouded with tears.

“Are you - okay?” Dew managed to stammer out, his own self-consciousness snaking up his body and causing his jaw to almost lock itself shut. Or maybe it was the cold, his teeth were clacking together and his body was shaking somewhat furiously.

“Yes, it just really, really hurt. I don’t think that’s ever happened before. But it feels better now, thank you.” 

Dew realized his hands were still pressed to the sides of Rain’s neck, fingers protecting his gills from the frigid air, and that maybe Rain’s thank you was also a dismissal. He slowly pulled his hands away, leaving pink hand prints on Rain’s pale skin.

Dew was now cognisant of the fact that they were being watched from the bus window. He scowled at the onlookers and made his way to the door, using Rain’s height and body as a shield to obscure his face, cheeks as pink as the marks he made on Rain’s skin.

There wasn’t any outright jeering, but he received a number of knowing looks, and a few sympathetic ones. He chose to sit beside one of those understanding faces on the edge of their bunk, ignoring the rest.

“Cirrus, can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure, soot sprite. How can I help?”

Dew’s voice turned to whisper, so she moved back into the bunk, Dew following as she closed the curtain, clearly she was being pulled into some kind of secret, which she absolutely adored. Especially with Dew, who’d been letting his walls fall one by one since Rain had arrived.

“Okay, so like this?”

Dew’s hands flexed and turned, for someone with such agility in their fingers, he was struggling.

“No, like this, I’ll show you again.” Cirrus pried the crochet hook out of his hands, unraveling the black yarn that he had worked into some kind of semi-circle knot. 

“You make it look easy.” Dew lamented. He was grateful for the lesson, even more grateful that she suggested crocheting instead of knitting after he almost stabbed himself in the eye with one of the needles.

With the abundant spare time they had on the bus, an overnight trip in fact, Cirrus had enough time to teach Dew the basics, and enough time to ensure he could make a straight line, kind of.

“So, what’s with the sudden interest in fiber arts?” Cirrus inquired. She was perceptive, and yet she couldn’t conceive of the reason.

“Oh, just something to keep my hands busy. Thank you so much. Really.”

“Of course, I hope you’ll show me what you come up with.”

Dew tucked the balls of yarn and the hook under his arm, slipping into his own bunk and closing the curtain. He’d only made 4 rows. This was going to take a while. Even longer since he drifted off with all of it sitting in his lap.

Dew worked on it during his spare time, trying not to be obvious. Still they all noticed that he retreated to bed earlier than usual, but his light was still on. 

“Dew, if you’re jacking off in there, you’ve been really quiet. I’m impressed.” Swiss teased, not entirely convinced that it wasn’t in fact what Dew was doing in there.

“Fuck off, can’t a ghoul just spend some time alone?” Dew growled.

“I mean yes, but like - usually to jack off. You need a hand?” Swiss held his out, and Dew wasn’t sure if he was joking.

“Why is it always you spewing stupid shit?” Dew scowled at him, Swiss rolled his eyes.

“Well okay then, touchy, jeez.” Swiss was indeed confused, since Dew had a penchant for crawling into whoever’s bed was closest most of the time. 

“Stop teasing him.” Aether chided.

“Yeah, can’t you see - why he’s -” Mountain was cut off by Dew’s little snarl, something akin to a ghoul temper tantrum brewing.

“Shut up dirtboy,” Dew warned, although he wasn’t much of a threat.

Rain looked around, confused, clearly not in on the joke.

Mountain leaned over, whispering into Swiss’s ear.

“Ohhhh, that makes sense. Isn’t that cute?” Swiss teased.

“Adorable.” Mountain replied.

“Fuck. Off.” And with that Dew returned to his bunk, distracting himself with the thing he was trying to make. So what if they were right, so what if he had a little crush on Rain. So what if he had a big one.

Finally, 8 days later, Dew completed his project. He frowned as he held it up. It sort of resembled a scarf, in that it was long, and you could wrap it around your neck. However the width was uneven, some of the stitches were tighter than others, and the knot he made at the end to keep it all together was kind of hideous.

He debated starting over, or maybe keeping this one and making another, hoping it would be better the second time around. But the weather wasn’t any better than it had been, winter in northern Europe was always particularly brutal. And Dew saw the snow piling up as they drove to their next venue.

When the bus arrived, Dew had it balled up under his arm, waiting for an opportunity to present itself but realizing he would just have to make one. Half had made it off the bus, only Sunny and Cumulus straggling behind. And Rain, trying to make the best of the too thin wool peacoat and hooded sweatshirt he had on.

Rain was about to step off the bus but felt a tug on his sleeve. He turned around to see Dew holding on to the elbow of his jacket.

Rain flashed him a smile, so fucking handsome it made his legs weak. “I have something - if you want it.”

“Oh!” Rain was surprised, given Dew’s standoffish behavior, the last thing he expected was a gift. He moved back to the kitchen area, he and Dew backing against the wall to let the two ghoulettes pass. They said nothing, but Dew saw the little smirks painted across their faces.

Dew felt overcome with embarrassment, which was annoying, but put up or shut up he told himself. “I made this for you.” His hands outstretched, it looked like a lumpy ball. Maybe he should’ve folded it nicely. He unraveled it, so that Rain could see what it was.

“A scarf? You made that?”

“I mean - yes. I did. I know it’s ugly, but it’s still functional.”

“No, it’s perfect, I like how it’s all curly at the edges, matches the - uh - well, the gills, the ones on my ribs.”

“Oh.” Dew hadn’t seen those ones. Now he wanted to.

Rain bent over, Dew realized he was waiting for Dew to put it on him. He hooked it around the back of Rain’s neck, long enough to wind around twice and then tuck into his jacket.

Rain wormed his face into it, closing his eyes and letting out a little trill of contentment. Dew thought he would outright collapse from the overwhelming deluge of cuteness.

“Well, I hope it helps, so you never get snow in those again.” 

“I love it, thank you.”

“Uh - you’re welcome.” Dew started shuffling to the door, he could feel Rain half a step behind him.

Rain leaned over Dew’s shoulder right before he descended, “It’s warm. Not as warm as your hands though. Just in case - I fall again. I’m very clumsy, you know.”

Dew felt a wash of burning red spread across his cheeks, suddenly wishing he’d made another scarf to bury his own face in. Just a crush, maybe not a small one, a very, very, large one.

#dew is a big mushy mush ball #mushy may #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #I'm sorry but 99% of what I write will always be raindrop #midnight moth mushy may 2023 #midnight moth writes

[dustteller]

I've been working on a fix-it fanfic this weekend bc I think our protagonists deserve happiness (well, they don't, but I want them to be, ok??). Here's the first scene I've written as a sneak peak! (And also a summary of wtf is going on, bc otherwise the scene makes no sense)

She Who Became The Sun AU were Ouyang didn't get the chance to kill Chaghan, and as a result, his plans took longer to unfold. This gives them time for 1) Esen to process his disilusionment with his father and start realizing how shitty he is, 2) Wang Baoxiang tries to be petty and pissed at Esen and basically just tells him how uncomfortable he makes Ouyang sometimes. This backfires spectacularly. Baoxiang will never forgive himself for being the one that got Ouyang a relationship. 3) Esen gets to actually see Ouyang start spiraling, and 4) Esen finally realizing and coming to terms with his own dumbassery. I genuinely believe he was getting there in canon, his father's death just derailed the impending development. With more time and pressure I think both he and Ouyang would have managed to truly become the cringefail couple they were meant to be.

Esen and Ouyang scene below the cut!

“Please, Ouyang,” Esen grasped at Ouyang’s hands with a hollow hunger that Ouyang had never seen in his lord before.

And then, he did the unthinkable:

“I’m sorry.”

Esen lowered himself, debased himself, let his knees touch the ground before Ouyang’s feet, and as he stared up, as Ouyang’s vision swam and almost blacked out at the wrongness of it, he apologized.

“I’m sorry. Please, I’m so sorry.”

Ouyang collapsed. He crumpled to the ground, undone.

Or perhaps, it was better to say that something inside him gave way, and like a building on fire being ravaged from the inside, his foundations and walls turned to ash under him and, unable to keep himself upright, he folded into the fires below.

Esen met his blank stare with a squeeze of a hand, Ouyang’s hand.

“I’ve failed you. I called you my general, and still I have been so careless with you. I never thought about it, but I’ve been hurting you this whole time, and you never let it show- No, I never realized. It’s all my fault. I’m sorry.” 

It was easier to stare at Esen now that they were both on the floor. Ouyang was still shorter than him, here, still had to look up to avoid his gaze and only had to look forwards to avoid it.

It all still felt wrong. It was the certainty that this scene had never been written out, was never meant to happen. He could feel it, trapped behind his eyes and as cold as the steppes in winter.

And yet, a rage long-repressed rose up within him still.

“How dare you.”

Esen’s molten-gold hands could still tighten around his, Ouyang found out.

“Why now? Why? After so many years, why do you care now?”

Why were his tears cold, on his cheek, when he had caught ablaze with impotent rage? Even as he yelled, he knew there was no bite behind his words, not for Esen. Perhaps only for his own tounge.

“I care about you.”

“You’re not meant to. Not like this.”

“I do. I want to fix this, fix us.”

“I’m a thing. I belong to you, you can’t apologize, not like this.  This isn’t how it’s meant to happen.”

“Ouyang,” and Esen, sweet Esen, who had not once commanded him, brushed his chin softly with his fingers. It was only the barest touch, but Ouyang’s eyes snapped up, as if he had been waiting for permission, “It already has. I want to hear you. Tell me why you won’t allow yourself to accept this.”

“I’m just your general.” Ouyang muttered as Esen’s thumb sizzled away his tears. 

And then Esen pulled Ouyang towards him by his collar, until his cheek was pressed against the crown of his head and his white-hot hands branded his nape and back. 

“Exactly. There is no one in the world I trust half as much as you, no one else I want by my side. I've told you before, you're my best friend, my general. You've always done me proud. Please, let me in. I want to help you be as happy as you've made me."

And as Ouyang sat there, his forehead pressed against his lord’s shoulder, he closed his eyes and let himself sob out all the cold that remained behind his eyes. 

And at last Ouyang lets himself burn.

#general ouyang #esen temur #she who became the sun #my writing #my thoughts #first few chapters will focus on Esen and Ouyang as the differences from canon are established. #and while I read HWDtW. #but don't worry bc zhu will def get lot and lots of screentime :) #to ouyangs eternal dismay. #she also thinks esen is incredibly mediocre and is dissapointed in ouyang. she makes sure he knows this (affectionately). #Xu Da on the other hand LOVES esen and somehow their friendship manages to be more embarassing for Ouyang than Zhu's ribbing #before i can get there tho i need to read the second book to know how I'll arrange the timeline/alliance #zhu is right tho esen is a bit of a mediocre toast man and ouyang can do better. ouyang does not want to do better.

[demenior]

happy wip wednesday! this is not the Fealty au, but a secret, other story i've had kicking around in the dome for a while. i'm temporary calling it the 'Uk'otoa is Free' au.

two separate scenes. enjoy! --

Astrid paces the room while Eadwulf works. He sneaks glances in her direction. Her mouth is tight, lips pushed forward as if in a pout. Her gaze burns hot enough to light fires. The golds of her hair are alight with the dying sun, and he wants to commit the image to memory.

“Turn [the new assignment] down,” she announces, “you will tell Trent you cannot do this.”

Eadwulf drops his shirt, “and disobey?”

“They are calling the ‘ambassadors’ sacrifices,” Astrid draws out the word, “and you are a vital hand to the Empire! It is not disobedience to refuse to walk into obvious death!”

Eadwulf picks up his dropped shirt. He twists it in his hands. The king needs to send someone qualified at extracting information, who can also place themselves in a position to strike their enemies, with no fear of death. Volstrucker were made for this, or so Trent had explained to him.

Trent also told Eadwulf he was expendable, and a disappointment, following his return two weeks ago. He was foolish to have been caught. He let his fellow Volstrucker get captured. If she hasn’t been executed yet, she will be soon.

“I can tell them I am expecting, and you are the father,” Astrid tries.

“And what happens when you are not?”

“We… we could change that,” Astrid offers.

Eadwulf hears stitches pop as he twists the shirt tightly in his hands. He swallows tightly, around his heart in his throat. A dream bubbles up, well worn and ragged at the edges from years of use and being shoved into the small recesses of his mind. A dream of a small home, in a city away from here. Of their children, and the quiet nights they could have.

How many times has he described it to her in the quiet space between their pillows.

“Neither of us would be good parents,” Eadwulf decides to say.

“We won’t keep it,” Astrid shrugs, “but it’s a good reason to keep you here.”

“A good reason to get us both killed,” Eadwulf reminds her.

She goes quiet, continuing to think. The fact that she doesn’t have more plans to offer means she can see how tightly he’s trapped.

“I don’t think you can stop this,” Eadwulf offers her, an easy way out.

“I have to try!” she shouts.

---

Like a douse of cold water, the spell effect ends. Eadwulf’s senses return to him. He glances at the would-be assassin who has stepped up beside him. Her nose is bleeding, and she draws up a silk scarf around her face like a veil to hide it. Her hair curls around her face with sweat. She managed to resist Fjord’s compulsion, but barely.

Bren mentioned Fjord’s charm, and that it had appeared to be amplified. Eadwulf has never felt a charm so powerful before. Had Fjord directed it specifically at him, he’s not sure he could have sidestepped it as he did.

Despite the heat of the day, he is chilled to his core.

“See?” Fjord turns to Vandran, “you worried for nothing.”

There’s something on his throat, that Eadwulf can barely make out between the high collar of his coat, and the neckline of his leather armor. A tattoo, Eadwulf realizes, of a great serpent. Multiple yellow eyes stand out in the midday sun.

As Eadwulf stares, some of the eyes close, and others open. The tattoo continues a lazy motion across Fjord’s skin, diving under his armor.

“My name is Fjord, I’ll be your Captain for this duration of your trip,” Fjord turns back to speak to them.

A splash behind the [group of Ambassadors], as the body is tossed overboard.

Fjord stalks the length of the group again, hands clasped behind his back, “so long as you are on my ship, you will answer to me. And I answer to the Great Leviathan. He is happy to welcome you to his home. I encourage you to be gracious guests, and on your best—”

Like a viper, the woman beside Eadwulf leaps at Fjord. Her dagger flashes in the sunlight.

Eadwulf strikes on instinct, knocking her wrist up and off-target. He kicks out, forcing her knee to bend. She loses her stance, falls, and by then he’s twisting her arm behind her back to leverage it so he can dislocate her shoulder in an instant. Her dagger clatters to the ground.

He looks to Fjord for confirmation before he realizes what he’s done.

The compulsion was lingering at the edges of his mind. Eadwulf is trained to protect his Master from any threats. He disarmed the threat, and is awaiting further instruction.

Fjord seems just as stunned as he is.

#its not fealty i prommy #its just that eadwulf [gestures at all of him] #yeah #how many complicated relationships can i fit in one story? yes #and yes this is obviously an au or canon divergence or whatever you want to call it #its more fjords story but it framed SO nicely having eadwulf be the pov intro character #astrid becke #eadwulf grieve #fjord stone #wip #astrid is ruthless and i (and eadwulf) love that about her

[toofcrumch]

He Knows What’s His

Fandom: Stranger Things

Relationship: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington

Word Count: 3,930

Warnings: Smut (h e a v y), Biting, Roughness

Description: Eddie comes back from the Upside Down, but he isn’t normal anymore. But he’s drawn to the scent of what is his- Steve wearing his battle vest.

The time was 1:30am in Hawkins, Indiana. Military police had made themselves very well known in the small little town since the “earthquake” had hit and released demons from the deepest depths of hell, also known as the Upside Down.

Unbeknownst to the military, a small hole in the middle of the woods was beginning to open up. Bright orange-ish purple light poured from the hole as a scrawny, withered arm clawed it’s way through. A second scrawny arm joined it and pulled through a shadowy, long-haired figure. Once the figure was at it’s feet, large black and red wings pried themselves from it’s back and fluttered in the cold night air. The figure seemed confused, like it was in a familiar place but couldn’t pinpoint why it was familiar.

As it gained it’s bearings, the creature began to sniff the air. A strange scent began to fill it’s nostrils. A scent it knows. It’s scent. A growl left it’s lips as it crouched closer to the ground before lunging itself into the air- following it’s scent trail.

Steve tossed and turned in his bed. The sound of police cars and gunshots ringing through his ears. His town was under siege by monsters and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do. If he actually did get the chance to sleep, he would wake up almost immediately in a cold sweat from the nightmares. Nothing would ever be the same anymore. Max was in a coma, Eddie is dead, he even had a permanent scar around his throat from those damn bats in the Upside Down.

A loud whooshing noise brought Steve out of his pool of angst. He shot himself up in bed, getting up to look outside the window. His eyes scanned the backyard and all the way to the tree line. He couldn’t see a thing so he laughed it off and slammed his window shut. Once he turned around though his blood ran ice cold. Something he never thought to see again a day in his life stood right before him. Well, not something. Someone.

Eddie.

His “war” clothes were tattered and shredded, his skin coated with dirt had turned a ghostly white. His hair seemed to have gotten even more curly since he been gone somehow. His beautiful amber eyes had now changed to a bright crimson and his teeth looked sharp as knives.

”E-Eddie?” Steve stammered, the need to cautiously put a hand out to him taking over.

Eddie jerked himself back when Steve put his hand out.

”Eddie?” He repeated, staring cautiously at Steve. “Who is Eddie?”

Steve shook his head in disbelief, “Eddie, do you not remember me or something? It’s me, Steve. Steve Harrington? King of Hawkins High!” He said the last bit with some sarcasm and waved his hands at his sides.

Eddie scanned Steve’s body up and down. His clothing surely didn’t depict any type of king. But something about that name brought a warm feeling to Eddie’s chest. Steve. He knew that. How did he know that? His brain side tracked itself as his own scent overwhelmed his nostrils. He flung himself away from Steve and to under Steve’s bed.

“Hey! What the hell?”

Steve started to go grab his legs to drag him out from under his bed, but Eddie quickly emerged- holding his battle vest. Steve’s face was as hot as he could ever imagine. He stammered and stuttered, trying to find an excuse to Eddie on why he still had it but Eddie couldn’t care less. He was hyper focused on his vest. His clawed fingers slid over each patch and small memories slowly faded back in to his mind.

”Big boy…” He cooed, stroking a particular blood stain around the collar of the vest.

”What… What did you just say?”

Eddie looked up from the vest to Steve, “I remember you… Big Boy…”

Steve went blank for a moment but he quickly remembered the moment in those old people’s RV. He smiled a bit, “Sure Eddie, I’m Big Boy.”

”I remember… I…” Eddie shook his head, trying to find his words, “This is mine. You have this. Why do you have this?”

”You gave it to me, remember? I jumped in the lake without my shirt and you gave it to me to cover up.” Steve lifted his shirt to show his many scars from the demobats, littering his skin like large freckles. “See? I was eaten up really bad and you save me from those damn bats.”

Eddie growled at Steve, his wings fluttering behind him in anger. How had Steve not noticed those before?

”Sorry.” He mumbled.

Eddie hugged the vest close to him as if more memories were going to pop back up the tighter he held it. Steve could tell what was going through his mind and slowly stepped closer to the monster who had consumed his friend. Eddie hadn’t yet noticed, but Steve was being very generous with how close he was getting to him. Before he knew it, Steve's hand was in his hair and drawing little circles with his nails against Eddie's scalp. Eddie was going to lunge at Steve but very quickly melted into his touch. Steve smiled as the man before him was basically putty in his hand.

"When we were hiding you I would play with your hair and scratch your head to calm you down."

"I do now. Babysitter Steve."

"Oh come one, Big Boy and Babysitter are what you remember about me?" Steve laughed at him, still continuing to scratch at his head.

Eddie looked down to him, crimson eyes trying to meet hazel. He watched the way Steve laughed at his memories. Their memories. Steve could feel Eddie's eyes burning into the side of his head and looked over to find exactly that. His heart fluttered, being under his gaze like this. He had always dreamed of this, Eddie being back home with them and they can finally live their lives together but this was different. Eddie was technically still dead to the whole town and well... he looked like it too.

"Steve-"

Steve drew himself from his thoughts and looked back into Eddie's eyes. His pupils were blown wide.

"What Eddie?"

Eddie's hand found it's way to Steve's cheek, brushing his thumb gently over this skin. A tear left his eye and fell down his face. "I fuckin missed you, man."

Steve reached his hand up to grasp Eddie's being mindful of his new claws. "Fuck I missed you too, Ed."

What happened next floored him. Eddie pushed forward, drawing Steve in to him and pressed their lips together. Steve was surprised but he melted into the gesture. He'd been waiting months for this to happen. Almost a whole fucking year later. Steve threw his arms around Eddie's neck and pushed himself deeper into the kiss. Eddie moved his hands down to Steve's hips and held him in place, grounding him so Steve wouldn't move away from him and dropping the vest in the process. He needed this. How could he forget his Steve? Eddie pried Steve's lips apart with his tongue. He wasn't patient enough to toy with Steve and Steve was so very thankful. He keened at the feeling of their tongues sliding against one another. Eddie tasted musky. Like he had been living in the woods the whole time. It was a sour yet tangy taste and Steve didn't care, he just couldn't get enough of it.

Eddie knelt down without parting the kiss to pick Steve up. Once Steve was safely in his arms, he parted the kiss.

"Do you wanna take this a step further?"

Steve raised his eyebrow with a smirk, now wanting to toy with Eddie himself. "What do you mean by that, Batsy?'

Eddie growled playfully, walking quickly to the edge of Steve's bed and falling back onto it. When his wings broke his fall, he decided to retract them. A nasty squelching noise could be heard as they put themselves back in his body.

"That was fucking gross, y'know?"

"Not like the things I'm about to do to you, Big Boy.”

Steve shuddered. When he said it like that...

Steve freed himself from Eddie’s grip and straddled his hips. He locked eyes with him as he tore his t-shirt off, leaving him in nothing but a pair of grey sweat pants. Eddie’s eyes wandered dangerously low. His hands smoothed up Steve’s torso, his nails lightly scratching at the skin below. Steve hissed in pleasure. The feeling of Eddie’s claws made his cock twitch to life.

”Fuck Eddie…”

Eddie hummed and licked his lips. He could feel how hot Steve was for him- smell it even. He could smell lust pouring out of Steve’s body. It was driving him crazy. Steve moaned breathily as he felt Eddie’s cock grow beneath him.

”Feeling what you do to me? Hm?” Eddie’s hands reached Steve’s chest, flicking at one of his nipples.

Steve almost yelled. All of these small touches and feelings were enough to make him wet his fucking pants.

”Yes, yes Eddie, god I feel you.” Steve moaned more, biting his lip as Eddie twisted his nipples between the tips of his claws. “Fucking hell I- hnn - I need to taste you.”

Eddie chuckled scooting back further on the bed so Steve had enough room to scoot between his legs. He grabbed a fistful of Steve’s hair and jerked him forward, making Steve’s eye almost pop out of his head. “Do what you want… baby boy.”

Was he seriously trying to kill him? Steve whined and try to lurch forward to capture Eddie’s mouth, but Eddie had a good grip. He teased at Steve with a show of his fangs. “God, of course you have a praise kink.”

”Something you should’ve remembered, BatMan.”

Eddie pulled on Steve’s hair at the comment. While he was pushing a lot of pain on Steve, he knew Steve would let him know if something was too much. “Apparently a fucking brat too.”

Steve snickered softly and looked up to Eddie with hooded eyes. Next thing he knew, his face was being shoved roughly into Eddie’s crotch. Eddie unzipped his busted up fly and pressed Steve’s face into his hot, covered bulge. Steve moaned against it with drool starting to coat the layer of blood stained underwear over it.

Steve started to mouth at the hard muscle, swirling his tongue just to hear Eddie purr like a dangerous animal below him. The taste of Eddie’s sweat and dried blood made his head spin and he couldn’t get enough. He felt like he was dreaming. Was he? He knew he couldn’t have been when Eddie’s claw scratched hard enough at his scalp and Steve groaned hard.

He couldn’t take it any longer. He needed Eddie in him one way or another, so Steve jerked his head up and ripped Eddie’s underwear down to free his… wow. Steve couldn’t help but stare now. Whatever happened down there made him obnoxiously huge. Like inhumanly huge.

”Are you gonna suck me off or what yet, Harrington?”

Steve blinked out of his daze and up to Eddie, “Now who’s impatient?”

He was gassing himself up. He wasn’t sure if he could even fit Eddie in his mouth like this. Thankfully he was already coated enough with some of Steve’s spit and precum- so all he could do was hope. Steve licked a long line from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip and Eddie flung his head back.

”Fuuuuck…” He gasped, hot puffs of breath leaving his body.

Steve felt a bit more confident and wrapped his lips around the tip of Eddie’s cock. Eddie whined and growled at the feeling, trying to hold back the urge to shove Steve’s head into his lap. Even he had to admit, he did feel a lot bigger. Steve swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping and suckling at it and enjoying all of Eddie’s flavor he could get.

“Baby boy, please go down. Don’t make me do it myself..”

He stopped what he was doing for a moment and thought on it before continuing his taunting, sliding his tongue back and forth over Eddie’s hole. Eddie scoffed and shoved Steve’s head down about and inch or two with one rough motion. Steve cried out in pleasure, feeling Eddie’s cock hit the roof of his mouth.

“Holy hell, you’re being a real brat tonight.”

Steve hummed in agreement and it made Eddie keen. Steve began to move his up and down, seeming to go lower each time. Eddie is a very impatient man though, so he grabbed each side of Steve’s face and began fucking into his mouth. Steve’s hand flew to his own crotch, diving into his pants to paw at his cock. He’s letting Eddie do whatever he wants with him tonight.

The only sounds in Steve’s bedroom at the moment were Eddie’s whiny pants and the wet noise of him going in and out of Steve’s mouth. At this point, Steve had relaxed enough to at least let the tip of Eddie’s cock hit the back of his throat without gagging. The more Eddie fucked into his face the closer Steve was getting to blowing his own load.

”’M gonna cum, baby boy. You ready?”

Upon hearing those words, Steve tapped on Eddie’s hand to tell him to stop. Eddie immediately halted, looking to Steve like a scared puppy.

”W-What- what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Steve laughed, coughing a bit and wiping his mouth off of drool. “No. Not even fucking close.” He looked up to Eddie with blown pupils and a blood red face, “I want you to fuck me, Munson. Please… Please fuck me with your huge cock…” With every word Steve crawled up Eddie’s body and captured his lips on the last one. Eddie’s eyebrows raised up high, he kissed Steve back but quickly parted.

“Are you sure? I don’t want it to seem like I’m forcin-“

”You aren’t forcing me to do anything, you dumb bat.” Steve shuffled in his spot, his erection starting to hurt from need. “I just need you to get me ready first.”

Now it was Eddie’s turn for his eyes to go huge. His face relaxed and went mute while he looked at Steve. “Ask me again.”

Steve smirked and sat back on Eddie’s lap, “Eddie, please. Fuck me.”

Eddie licked his lips with a smirk and shoved Steve down on the bed by his shoulders. “Say no more.” He started moving down Steve’s sweat pants until his cock flung free. “I like it, going commando.”

Steve chuckled and smacked Eddie on the shoulder, “Shut up and touch me already.”

Eddie took that as the notion to move on and tapped his first two fingers on Steve’s lips, “Say ‘ahhh’.”

Steve obliged and opened up his mouth, cooing when Eddie’s warm fingers pressed against the flat of his tongue. He suckled on them for. Moment, swirling his tongue between them to coat them well. Once Eddie felt it was good enough, he jerked his fingers out of his mouth with a wine of protest from Steve. He slowly moved his hands down between Steve’s legs and teased his hole with his middle fingers, tracing the outside of it with the tip of his finger.

Steve’s mouth dropped open at the feeling, his body shivering from the contact. No one had ever touched him like this, not even himself. He had always had dreams about it. About Eddie. When Eddie felt like Steve had had enough, he slowly pressed in a finger. Steve flinched and Eddie halted.

”All good?”

Steve panted. He felt like he was gonna burst from the mix of pain and pleasure he was feeling. Just Eddie’s finger alone in him was almost enough to make him cum. He nodded for Eddie to continue and he pushed his finger in more at a slow pace. He let Steve get adjusted to the feeling before slowly thrusting his finger in and out of Steve’s hole. Steve’s hands gripped and the bedsheets below him until he could feel his own nails through them. Eddie reached down to pump his own cock while curling and thrusting his finger in and out of Steve.

”Ready for another, Steve-y boy?”

Steve nodded impatiently, his hips following Eddie’s hand every time he pulled out of him. Eddie quickly added another finger, scissoring them inside of Steve to stretch him out for his monster of a cock. He had to hold down Steve’s hip with his free hand to keep the man still.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie-“

Between each pant Steve would call out his name in a chant. He could feel his stomach twisting into a hard knot and he didn’t want it to end. Before he could even tell Eddie to stop, he could feel the knot snap in half and hot streams of his cum started to sport against his stomach. Steve leaned his head back against the bed and his mouth hung open while Eddie pushed him through his orgasm.

“There you go; Atta, boy.” Eddie soothed Steve in a hushed voice, giving him plenty of praise and rubbing circles into the dip of his hip.

Once Steve had calmed down Eddie slowly pulled his fingers out of Steve and dipped them into the pool of cum on Steve’s stomach. He brought the slick coated fingers to his lips and sucked. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and moaned.

”Fuck, I’m gonna ruin you.”

”Gonna?”

Eddie scoffed and dove onto Steve, sucking him into a deep kiss. He slid his tongue against Steve’s and Steve sighed into the kiss when he tasted himself on Eddie. He tasted of them. ‘Us’ he thought. The kiss was less rough than the previous ones, there was tenderness in Eddie’s movements. Trailing small pecks down Steve’s neck and gently scratching his fangs against the skin. Steve could only feel pure bliss. Eddie had to stop using his teeth before something bad happened.

He shuffled his pants down to his knees, exposing more tender scars from his time below. He sat up from Steve with a whimper of protest and wrapped Steve’s legs around his waist. When he was finished he continued his assault of kisses against Steve’s skin, trailing them down to his chest and torso. When Eddie got to the dried up cum on Steve’s stomach he stuck his tongue out to lap at what was left.

A content sigh came from Steve. This felt wonderful to be babied like this, but he was already getting hard again and he really needed more.

”Ed-.”

He looked up to Steve, “Be patient.” He scolded softly, continuing his work.

Steve flopped his head back on the pillows. He really was being impatient, but he wasn’t complaining! Since Eddie got here he had went from basically a feral dog to the sweetest pup. More memories had continued to flood through Eddie’s mind. How he’s felt for Steve since sophomore year of high school, to be specific. He didn’t want to just get a quick fuck to mate like a rabid animal. He wanted Steve to know that he was wanted. Seen. Loved.

Eddie lifted himself up on his arms to look at Steve. He was flushed and his eye lids were half closed. He looked like someone turned the definition of beauty into a living being.

“I guess you’ve behaved long enough, Big Boy.” He cooed, grabbing the base of his cock and giving it a few quick pumps.

“Yes, Eddie, please… I need to feel you.”

That was all Eddie needed to start pushing into Steve. Steve hiss and whined in pain, but Eddie knew to keep going. He pressed in until Steve’s hole had consumed over half of his cock. He needed to take this slow if Steve was truly gonna take him in. When Steve was ready Eddie reached up to grab both of his hands to pin him to the bed. Both hands were holding Steve’s to the mattress as Eddie slowly began to fuck into him.

”H-Holy…” Steve couldn’t even finish his sentence, he was completely in shock from all the feelings and sensations he was experiencing. Yeah, it fucking burned like hell, but fuck was it mouth watering.

Eddie kept a steady pace, licking his lips and groaning as he watched Steve’s face contort with every thrust he made. He decided to get a bit cocky and pulled out as far as he could before slamming back into Steve with full force. Steve cried out. Thank god his parents weren’t in the country right now.

”FUCK.” He screamed, “Holy fuck Eddie, do it again.” Steve began panting, tears falling from his eyes.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow, he himself trying to catch his breath, “You su-“

”EDDIE MUNSON FUCK ME.”

Eddie wasted no time. He pushed Steve’s legs back until his knees were on either side of his own stomach and began pounding into Steve, the full length of his cock being swallowed by Steve’s hole. Steve was full on sobbing at this point. Eddie himself felt like he was going to explode at the pure sin before him. Every time the tip of his cock hit Steve’s prostate, Eddie would whine and hiss with pleasure, he couldn’t tell who would be bruised more after this was all over.

The smell of Steve and Eddie’s sweat combining threw Eddie over the edge. He couldn’t hold back his temptations anymore. He dove into Steve’s neck and sank his fangs deep within the muscle, slurping up whatever blood came out of it. Steve felt his body freeze but somehow he started to shake. Between Eddie’s cock still pounding into him and the burning fire in his neck, He came once more, letting out a loud sob in the form of Eddie’s name. Eddie sighed in content as he pulled off of Steve’s neck, a mixed line of spit and blood keeping them connected as he sat back up to rock Steve through his second orgasm. He could already feel his own building up and quicken his pace.

He watched Steve closely, making sure the poor guy didn’t pass out on him. Hot puffs of air were the only thing Steve could produce from his mouth and just the sight of him covered in little bruises and Eddie’s mark was enough to make Eddie explode inside of Steve. Hot loads of cum filling his insides. Steve even felt enough heat pool down his ass to know Eddie was leaking out of him. Eddie threw his own head back as he came, pulling out once he felt he was finished.

He flopped down on the bed next to Steve. The two sat in silence for an actual long time. So long that Steve could could see the sky start to turn a light purple from the sun starting to come up. Steve looked over at Eddie and he was already sound asleep. He had fallen asleep with his hand on Steve’s chest. Steve laid his hand on top of Eddie’s and smiled.

”Goodnight, Eds. I’m happy your home.”

Eddie smiled in his sleep. He slightly opened his eyes enough for Steve to see shiny crimson orbs.

“I am too. Love you.” And just like that he was asleep once more.

Steve’s face lit up like Eddie’s eyes. But his features softened and he cuddled into Eddie more.

”Love you too.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #steve x eddie #joseph quinn #steddie #Eddie Munson / Steve Harrington #eddie munson x steve harrington #kas the betrayer #eddie munson smut #steddie smut #smut #biting #vampire eddie munson #heavy smut

[gabriellovescandy]

for the 50 questions: 4, 12, 18, 46 :)

WHY AM I LIKE THIS sorry for the delay dear anon I swear I love getting asks I just forget to check my ask box constantly for some reason thank you so much!!

4. What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

Depends on the season of course but cold: corduroy red pants with my black wool sweater/my green cotton one and usually a white shirt under it so the collar can be visible. Hot: long blue skirt with a black and white polka dot sleevless shirt (formal) or vintage green crop top top (informal). The "have to" in the qustion makes me believe it should be more formal so this is what I put, but if I have to dress nicely for something fun like a fun night in with friends where we dress up nicely to show off our hardly ever worn nice clothes I usually end up in a dress or my star and moon glittery skirt.

12. What’s something about your best friend that you love?

So many things!! @purpleatomicbreath is like a brother to me <3 But if I had to choose I would say the fact that we have the same mind/tastes for stuff so we can share so many things that we can't share with others! Like musicals, books, opinions, and so much more. Also we have the same brain and often think the same thing at the same time which is always fun and useful. Also he's so smart and knowledgeable on life! I know that whenever I need help with something I can rely on him. Ok I'll stop gushing hahaha

18. What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

If I think about it more I'll probably have a better answer, but for now the Live Aid is all that comes to mind? To see all of those artists together live, with so many people around you, it must have been incredible

46. What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Almost all of the things that get recommended to me I end up liking, my friends know me very well! For the last one I think it was Dungeon Meshi? A couple of my friends recommended it to me for the longest time, I knew I would like it and when I finally watched some episodes I did! i need to continue it actually

#thank you so much anon sorry for the delay!! #asks #anon

[storiesofsvu]

Prompt 91. “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.” - Sonny Carisi please? Thankyou

You and Sonny had been work partners since he transferred into SVU, you showing him the ropes of how the Manhattan department ran things, and what was expected from him in return.

You became friends, even though it took a while, at first you often referred to him as the lost puppy that followed you around.

After enough late nights of paperwork, take out and stake outs stuck in a cold car together, you finally realized all the things you had in common. Similar music tastes to help the hours of paperwork go by easier, getting to know exactly what the other wanted for a late night meal, endless hours of i spy, fuck marry kill, six degrees of separation to pass the time on overnights

It was fairly often that Sonny would show up to work with an extra coffee and crueler for you, and despite your knowledge of him harboring a little crush on you, you weren't quite sure where you stood yet, and didn't want to lead him on, opting to just remain friendly and professional.

So when you were out questioning potential witnesses at a pub, he got a little hot headed when the day bartender (who hadn't been working the shift you'd been looking for) flirted his way through a conversation with you. Even moreso when you flirted back, handing him your card "just in case"

You didn't miss the attitude coming off him for the rest of the day, or the way he very quickly turned down the offer for drinks after work. You figured you'd let him stew, that it'd wear off after a bit. but when he came in to work the next morning hung over with a forming hickey just under the collar of his shirt you realized he really was trying to blow off steam

that was also the moment you realized you were jealous of whoever he'd been with the night before, and that certainly wasn't something friends did.

over lunch was when the bartender texted you, inviting you out to drinks that night and you figured, why not? if sonny wasn't going to make a move, you could do whatever you wanted, right?

"who're ya texting?" he grumbled, looking up at the dopey smile on your face

"none of your business"

"its that bartender, isn't it?"

"why do you care?"

with a huff, sonny shoved back from his desk, saying something about having to run an errand and disappeared for the rest of the day

he only popped back up when he realized he'd forgotten something in his locker, finding you in the locker room changed into something nicer, your hair down, fluffed out and putting on lipstick. your eyes met his in the mirror for a moment before he glanced down

"don't go on that date."

"why?" you questioned with a huff

"you know why." he glanced back up in the mirror, catching your gaze once again and there was a near misting of tears in his eyes

"say it." you flipped your locker closed, turning to him as you crossed your arms over your chest. "maybe if you learnt to use your damn words we wouldn't even be here in the first place."

"how was I supposed ta tell my best friend that i was falling in love with them and risk everything if they didn't feel the same way?"

your breath caught in your throat "oh sonny...."

suddenly he was stepping forward, a hand cupping your cheek tenderly, his own face inches from yours as he surveyed your face, the way you relaxed into his body, hands resting on his shoulders, both of you near daring the other to make the first move.

"may i" he asked in a whisper, his nose nudging at yours

"please do." you replied, tilting your head up to his to meet his lips in a gentle kiss.

aand yeah that's all youre getting cause its long enough already lolol

#sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #sonny carisi headcanon #hurt/comfort